DINKY is the way!
She digs gardening, so I
went and got her spade.
Before being killed at seventeen, I was G C Kite-Powell. Now zombiefied, I have breathed ghostly, fragmented life into this blog. Within, you will find a series of snapshots in the form of corrupted, subjective haiku, intended to enliven.
Breathe deep
The gathering gloom
Watch lights fade
From every room
Bedsitter people
Look back and lament
Another day's useless
Energy spent
from Nights In White Satin (Full Version)
- Moody Blues
Saturday, 10 September 2011
Friday, 9 September 2011
372 Light-ish: Territorial Violence
Hope's garden! She scragged
a kitten for intruding.
Not a pretty sight.
371 Neutral-ish: Kidnap, Childnap
A hundred thousand
Brit. kids go missing each year.
Some are enslaved.
Brit. kids go missing each year.
Some are enslaved.
Thursday, 8 September 2011
369 Light-ish: Smooth Skins
Bright, green teens in town
for beer and graft, have friends and futures to be made.
Wednesday, 7 September 2011
Tuesday, 6 September 2011
365 Neutral-ish: No Crime?
Have you noticed that
Western leaders and bankers
don't do time for crime?
364 Dark-ish: Personal Catastrophe
Gordon, seventeen:
Dad-shout-years-depressed; child
with chronic flashbacks.
Dad-shout-years-depressed; child
with chronic flashbacks.
363 Light-ish: Distraction
Screens and speakers grant
escapist sensations. Folk
bump lamp-posts and cars.
362 Neutral-ish: Priorities
Britain's billion pounds
spent in Libya, could have cut
poverty at home.
361 Dark-ish: Treachery
Child abuse hurts young
minds and harms their brains. Adult
life's poisoned by it.
Monday, 5 September 2011
Sunday, 4 September 2011
357 Light-ish: Flat Earthing Earthling
Head In Sand Ostrich
says "I see no evidence.
I'm not curious".
356 Neutral-ish: Ownerati
Lying, cheating, and
theft wars. Consume the earth! Then
trade little people.